Unapologetically
I mount my steed
on decorative saddle
then trot into town
with a .45 brandished
to aerate my foot
since too dense
to be sorry for
this stoic limp or
whatever it was your
mouth just shot off about.
Copyright © Phillip Garcia | Year Posted 2019
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